A certain neighbour returns with suspicious timing

Suddenly they heard the sound of an old car as twin beams of light splashed across their kitchen. They looked out the window to see Bill pulling into his driveway. They looked back at each other, and a grin slowly curled Emily’s lips. She had thought up the perfect way to get at Tom for his attempt to dash her good mood out of the blue, and her **** soaked mind didn’t want to consider any consequences.

“Oh, were you worried that I’d snuck off on a secret date because I couldn’t keep myself away from our big dicked neighbour? That I was off letting him ply me with drinks so he could seduce me into letting him tear off my clothes and then tear me apart with that huge, girthy cock of his?”

“Uhh, what? No, of course not,” Tom said, looking down guiltily. “I was just, ah, worried that he…”

“Worried that I was letting our mean, old neighbour fuck me silly, that his massive dick was making me forget that you even existed?” Emily continued breathily, ignoring Tom’s poor attempt at an explanation.

Tom looked back up with wide eyes, finally catching on to what Emily was doing. “Oh”

“It must have been **** for you, sitting here for hours, picturing all the ways that the old creep was conquering my hot little body, getting to experience everything you’d only ever got to dream of.” She reached out and grabbed his rapidly hardening dick. She looked up and looked into his wide eyes, a wicked smirk on her face. “Bedroom. Now.”

He practically ran to the bedroom, as Emily quickly turned to lock the door before following him. She found him lying back on the bed, his fly already unzipped. His eyes followed her as she strode up to the end of the bed.

“Well, come on, get that puny dick of yours out.”

Tom hurriedly followed her orders, not even pausing at the insult to his manhood. Emily crawled up the bed on top of him, her back arched, her eyes locked on him like a predator. “So,” she said, sitting back to straddle his thighs, her hands either side of his throbbing cock, “tell me what that filthy mind of yours was imagining your poor, innocent girlfriend was up to.”

“I imagined that, umm, that Bill took you to a seedy pub, and showed you off to all the gross old guys there.”

“Oh yeah, did you like picturing me in your favourite dress, clutched to the side of Bill as he gorged himself on all the jealous looks from all the guys there?”

Tom moaned his approval.

Emily trailed her hands across his hips to his cock, before lightly running her nails up its length, eliciting another moan from Tom. “What did you imagine happened after that? Did he grope me in front of everyone? Did he get me to twerk and shake my tits for all the guys? Or maybe he made me go and flirt with other men to get them to buy me free drinks?” She saw Tom’s eyes widen. “Oh, did I get it right baby?” she asked with a grin, trailing her fingers absentmindedly along his cock again. “But I bet just flirting wouldn’t be enough. What else would I have to do just to get some cheap, shitty beer that Bill was too much of a tightwad to pay for himself?”

Emily paused and looked at him expectantly, one eyebrow raised questioningly.

“Oh fuck babe, I imagined them grabbing your tits, and grabbing your ass and trying to kiss you, and trying to put their hands down the top of your dress, and into your panties.”

Emily let out a theatrical moan, grinding subtly into Tom’s leg. “What panties was I wearing?” she asked lustily, resuming her light, teasing stroking of his now twitching cock.

“The new ones we bought,” he said with a moan.

A wicked grin spread over Emily’s face. “You mean these ones?” she asked, lifting up her dress to reveal the small, see through underwear. In actual fact she’d decided to wear them mostly for the minimal panty line in the tighter fitting dress, though the thrill of wearing them out after two weeks of sexual frustration did help in the decision. She didn’t tell Tom any of that though, instead smirking as he moaned again. They both looked down at his cock pulsing, looking like it was on the verge of erupting.

“So,” Emily said, bouncing up and down gently on his legs and giving him an innocent looking smile, “what happened next? Surely all those rough men in a seedy bar aren’t going to let me get away with just teasing them, right?” She bit down on her finger as if lost in thought, casually reaching out with her other hand to just lightly brush the underside of the head of his cock back and forward. “I wonder what they did? Do you think they’d try and pin me to the bar, tear all my clothes off as Bill watched?”

Tom groaned and closed his eyes, the muscles in his neck tensing up.

“Of course, I’d fight back. Or at least pretend to, just to make it more fun for them. And so that when they eventually get those big, filthy cocks into me they are extra rough.” She leaned in, the fabric of her dress brushing his trembling cock, her lips brushing his ear.. “Because this is secretly what I wanted all along when I started teasing them,” she whispered into his ear.

Tom let out a half yelp, half moan, and she felt his cock jumping against her stomach, followed soon after by a wetness soaking through the material. She jumped back up and looked down at the stain on her dress.

“Oh my gosh Tom, you stained my favourite dress! I can’t believe you got so excited hearing about your virgin girlfriend getting ****!”

Tom looked up at Emily with worried confusion until he saw the grin slowly forming at the corners of her mouth. He smiled back at her and let his head fall back, his eyelids already dropping in post orgasm weariness.

“Well, almost virgin girlfriend,” Emily said pointedly. Tom moaned, his dick giving one last twitch. She rolled off him and pulled her dress over head. She grabbed her pyjamas and took them into the bathroom to get changed, before snuggling up against Tom to fall into a deep sleep.